/lit/ - Literature

Whats the best Don Quijote translation?

What I managed today. It's from a story I'm writing about a dude riding a motorcycle along with his autistic brother. It's not edited yet so my apologies for any stupid mistakes, but do tell me what you think of the general content.
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They made way through the lot, a schizoid pair in quiet conference like vultures over carrion. One breaks the kit kat in two and hands them wordlessly over to the other who eats it wholly, without chewing.

"Ask for premium, I'll pay."

Kenny says nothing, like he had not heard at all. The gas station's shop is millennial, constructed of steel and composites that were shipped in, it wasn't the kind of place where someone would ever have pumped your gas for you. There are gay-hued advertisements along the windows, for gum, for cigarettes, for lotteries. By the door is a black man, orange hoodie, checking his phone and then checking the road. Phone, road.

When Kenny opens the door to the shop, he swings it wide like a penned ape, the expression on his face hides completely whether its for frustration or for joy. On the outswing, the black man is struck on the arm and he hisses in pain, watching Kenny warily.

"Man, take it easy."

Back at his bike, Jakob watches, exhaling, cranking the throttle impotently.

Kenny looks at him, his eyes are a deep green that make the black at his pupil seem darker. He is a young man, but his face is set for old age, brows bushy, always sternly frowning like all at once the world's continued presence were displeasing him. It was a frown he always wore, perhaps he wore it right out of the womb, for mother said he had not cried at all. Jakob remembers that frown set on food cans stacked perfectly, pieces of a puzzle arranged in rows.

"Sorry, nigger." says Kenny, and then he steps inside.

They are rebuked. Under the heat of the Virginian sun, they walk their bikes along the sidewalks of the city.

What is the best translation of Don Quixote?